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Go to the main gate.

Following those words, I went to the main gate of the academy.

This academy has no entrance or exit other than the main gate. They are surrounded by high walls, but the alarm sounds when they are forced to cross.

I stood in front of the main gate.

The court magician, Carlisle, gave the order.

Standing with the ring I gave you here - it seems to contain magic that responds to what the enemy stole.

I don't know what that means, but I'm sure the court sorcerer has some deep thoughts.

I just do what they say.

... but there's nothing to do...

Because no one enters or leaves the daytime academy.

When I thought it was a handful...

A man in a robe walked in from the school building.

A man? Probably a man. She is too tall for a woman and her body is too tight to be seen from the top of the robe.

I don't know the face.

Because I wear a hood in my eyes.

... in the meantime, check if the ring responds...

I put my right hand on the ring.

I don't think he's gonna react.

That's what I thought. My expectations are betrayed.

――

The ring glowed blurrily.

I thought it was a malfunction, but this is what Carlisle handed me. That court sorcerer will not make such a mistake.

I waved my hand slowly from right to left.

The reaction of the ring becomes weaker when it comes off the man and stronger when it comes to capturing the man.

... apparently it wasn't just a mistake.

I swallowed the chestnuts. [M]

I wonder who that is.

At least not Sales. My body is much stronger than Sirless.

It's quite a distance from a man.

Of course, if it's my magic arrow, it's a safe distance.

You suddenly shoot a stranger with a magic arrow?

That's how I get lost.

But...

But that's no good.

What brings you here? What are you standing here for? To catch the opponent to whom this ring reacted.

Then I should shoot.

Give him my magic arrow.

I think I can hear Carlisle.

- Come on, shoot. Shoot him, Alberto!

I took a breath.

Point your open right hand straight towards the man in the robe.

The reaction of the ring remains unchanged.

I made up my mind.

"Magic Arrow"

A white flash from my hand will kill the man in Loeb.

Hit...

When I thought so.

The man in Loeb waved something. A streak of black clashes with my magic arrow.

Gigi!

At the same time as there is a deafening sound.

My magic arrow vanished and Robe's man had a big black blade in his hand.

The hood covered the man's head thoroughly.

A lying man is pressing his left hand against his face. When I lifted my hand and raised my face, my face finally appeared...

I didn't.

The upper half of the face is covered in a mask.

When the man held the great sword with both hands, he pointed the great sword at me as if he were targeting the enemy.

... I see. It seems that Carlisle was aiming for it.

A man kicks the ground.

I activated magic.

"Magic Arrow"

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Still before Alberto released his first magic arrow...

Lugard was in a choking mood.

(No way, Alberto!?)

A man standing in front of the main gate and pointing his right hand at Lugard.

I recognized that face.

She is ready, but her emotions are thin and she looks close to expressionless. The mouth is selflessly tied together.

After ten years, the shadow remains.

You can't go wrong.

Lugard knows his name.

Ten years ago, a friend who suddenly disappeared from the academy stood there.

Why is Alberto here, who disappeared ten years ago?

Why are you wearing a college uniform?

Lugard was confused. It was an incredible situation.

But...

But it's happening.

Lugard took a deep breath to calm his mood.

What is before you is real - there is no need to shake it. Just accept and respond.

(... yeah, Alberto. You're back...)

For the first time in a really long time - just a little bit - Lugard felt happy.

I was a slightly unusual classmate I could not have predicted since I was in school, but I didn't expect this to happen.

Fufu Rugaldo smiles little by mouth.

(... isn't it nice to be like you? Alberto?)

And finally - Lugard truncated the warm emotions in his heart.

The enemy stands in front.

It doesn't matter if you're an old friend or not, as long as you're an enemy.

I'm not interested in why you're here.

I will slay you relentlessly if you want to disturb me. That's all.

Lugard gripped with his right hand the pattern of the Magic Sword Dark Insulated on his waist belt.

Yes, I put it on my waist belt.

The dark slave was not in the sheath. It was plugged into Lugard's belt bare. The sheath doesn't even exist.

There was no problem.

Because there is no blade in Dark Slave. The pattern and Tsuba, and only a few of the sword's roots remain.

Lugard hid the Dark Slave pattern on the back of the robe.

Be ready for anything, anytime.

Lugard's ears heard the voice.

"Magic Arrow"

A flashy white arrow flew towards Lugard.

At the same time as I realized...

Lugard shook Darth Slave without putting in his hair.

In a moment, a black blade blew out of Dark Slave's Tsubaki.

Gigi!

Disconnect the magic arrow with a dull audible sound.

It was a light interception - but Lugard was surprised to hear it.

(... what is this, a heavy shock that echoes in my hand...!?

It's obviously different from a regular magic arrow.

Had it not been for the Dark Slave Magic Sword, it would have been shattered by the blade.

(... Alberto, you're not...)

A word came to mind behind Lugard's head.

A magician with white arrows.

Words that were crushed before the Sigilist was killed.

And I remember.

When I was in school, Alberto could only use the magic arrow.

(... have you polished it so much in the last ten years!?

It was a shock.

But there may be. A man who worked hard and piled up his efforts and was not loved except by the Magic Arrow.

The man has lost his magic arrow.

Isn't that a reward?

(... what am I thinking...)

I can't help but remember my old self. It's not that kind of situation.

Lugard took out the dark mask he had brought from both sides. Alberto can't expose his face with him.

Cover your face with a mask of darkness.

Hide your loose mind.

Lugard and Alberto's gaze staggered as they raised their faces.

Lugard points Dar Inn Slave towards Alberto.

"... let's get started, Alberto"

Lugard kicked the ground when he whispered.

"Magic Arrow"

Alberto unleashes a magic arrow as if intercepting it.

Lugard slashed the blow with a darn slave.

The battle began.

The distance between the two is about 50 meters. If we close that distance, Lugard, the warrior, will win.

Alberto releases magic arrows one after the other. The white arrow was used as a barrage to rush toward Lugard.

Lugard doesn't do anything. Cut the flying magic arrows with dark slaves one after the other.

Then, I narrowed the distance with the twitching.

(... I won, Alberto!

The impact of the magic arrow from my hand is unusual. But...

(If it doesn't hit, there's nothing wrong with it!

It does not exceed Lugard's ability to be amplified by the darkness.

It will take time, but Lugard's blade will arrive 50 meters away.

Whether you're a friend or not...

I didn't mean to hesitate to slay you.

It was then.

"Nice to meet you, Son of Darkness. And how are the students at the Academy?

The unexpected voice echoed.

Hmm, what!?

Unexpectedly, Lugard screamed and stopped.

Alberto also stopped shooting the magic arrow and looked back.

There's...

Compared to the Magic Academy school building, a giant human upper body emerged on the other side of the main gate.

Golden hair hanging down the shoulders on non-frame glasses. A straightforward face as if he represented his brilliant career.

Court Magician Carlisle.

Carlisle's phantom continued in a pleasant tone.

Well ─ from here on out. Let's boost Climax, shall we?